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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    any;
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    Ok, it was starting to piss him off a little. God, he could just sense that Alek was off somewhere needing a good throttling and he sure as hell would get one when Dominik figured out why the hell he needed it. You know what, no. He didn't need to know what it was, Alek was getting it anyway. He was sure he could think up a reason for him to deserve it after the fact if he had to. Damn, that cat could never keep himself out of trouble.

    And what the hell was up with these wings!? Fucking change already!

    He smacked right into a warm body as he's staring at the defective things, rebounding off with a jerk of his wing to point the sharp blade of it directly at her throat. Or.. apparently to tickle her with a feather. Well, that's annoying. He frowned at it, shaking it out like you might shake a flashlight to magically get the dead batteries to come back to life as she started jabbering away about who-the-hell-knows-what. Goddamn, not even a flicker of change! What the hell.

    Then that silvery sort of voice managed to win his attention again. "Do you want company while looking for your friend?" What? He blinked at her, a little incredulous and maybe a lot confused. Friend? What friend? Oh, Alek. Right. Hah, yeah, not exactly a friend.

    He shook his head, his naturally tousled hair bouncing with the movement and the heat in his eyes slightly dimming. His agitation wasn't directed at her, anyway. But he didn't explain himself further, why would he? Need a forest, preferably the nearest one. Got an eye for that? Or general direction?

    Ok, so logic might point out that he's got these wings -even if their currently malfunctioning- and he could just lift himself up and get a view, or even fly where he wanted to, right? But he didn't much like flying. It's a little disturbing knowing all your goodiebits are hangin' out for the world to see -its a bird, its a plane, oh no its one hell of a well-endowed naked man- It's not like he was a prude or anything. Or maybe he was a little.

    Whatever. It's just fucking awkward. And he wasn't blushing.

    Forest? he prompted.

    dominik
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    Messages In This Thread
    any; - by dominik - 03-16-2017, 12:09 PM
    RE: any; - by Tyrna - 03-16-2017, 02:10 PM
    RE: any; - by dominik - 03-17-2017, 04:41 PM
    RE: any; - by Tyrna - 03-17-2017, 10:48 PM
    RE: any; - by dominik - 04-10-2017, 01:05 AM



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